Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1911

Chapter 1911 Skywarp (Part 1)

"If you're thinking of harming my cousin, think again. By now Dyta should be safe in Valeron. The Royal mages couldn't wait to have a blood core to study.

"Thanks to the first willing Thrall ever, they'll find a diagnostic spell that can identify your servants even without the help of the Awakened Council. As I said, every single one of your brilliant moves was just a small part of my plan." Jirni said.

Seeing his months of careful plotting and efforts unraveled in a few sentences, made Orpal's guts turn into a knot. Maybe it was the shock from Jirni's words or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Whatever the answer was, Orpal found himself on a huge chessboard as a pawn, while the small woman in front of him had grown to gigantic proportions and was the only player in that game.

She moved both his pieces and her own, slowly setting up for a checkmate.

"This is impossible! You are nothing but a weak human woman!" The Dead King infused himself with all the elements, combining their power with the prowess of his enhanced body to turn into a blur.

Yet Jirni easily sidestepped the thrust of his spear, grabbing his face in mid-air like a fly and slamming it against the magical resistant gold-veined marble until it shattered.

"You are right. I'm weak. I'm just a human. I'm not even a mage, let alone an Awakened." She said, pummelling him after kicking the spear away.

"But you know what? The weak can always ask the strong for help."

Her uniform shapeshifted again, revealing its true form.

The clothes turned into a full suit of armor, with bright violet mana crystals as big as an apple grafted on its hands and thighs. Three more white mana crystals were respectively embedded on each one of its shoulders and the middle of its chest.

The armor appeared to be made of golden feathers that shone like a sun, repelling Night's darkness away.

The helmet was shaped like an eagle's head, its gloves ended with claws, and a couple of wings made of energy erupted from Jirni's shoulders. The Royal Fortress armor made her look like a humanoid Griffon covered in metal.

"Did you never wonder how could I be so strong? How someone as short as me could break a grown man's bones so easily?" Jirni's voice was reduced to a cold whisper that passed through the pin-sized breathing holes in the Davross of her helm.

"I wore one of these the first time we met and I wore it every time I created an opening for you to exploit. Let's see which one of us has the better equipment."

"That's impossible!" Orpal said as the spiked helm of the Black Rose armor wrapped around his face. "I know the powers of the Royal Fortress armor and I had them counted.

"Eight are deployed to protect the Kingdom's major assets and the other four stand guard around the throne!"

"Exactly." Jirni's voice was so smug that her helm seemed to grin as well. "Too bad that this isn't one of them. I borrowed the armor of my ancestor, Oghrom Myrok, and it's a bit special.

"Or did you think that the title of founding pillar of the Kingdom was just for show?" Oghrom's armor had such fine cloaking spells that even to Life Vision it looked just like a lump of ordinary metal.

There were no traces of its enchantments nor of the massive flow of world energy that the Davross created. Purified in Leegaain's flames, crafted by Tyris herself, and upgraded with each magical breakthrough of the Kingdom, it was made of several tons of metal compressed by magic.

"Get her!" Orpal summoned his soldiers to buy himself enough time to get Thorn back and put an end to that madness with his Blade Tier Spell, Shattered Moon.

The flesh, life force, and even the mana of the undead's blood cores were drained by the power of the Chaos and injected into its caster's body. Yet Jirni had no black core whose hunger could never be sated, no bottomless pit for a life force. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}